“Beautiful evening, isn’t it?” Polly greeted him.
Pat looked surprised. “Oh, you’re back again. What is it you want to know now?” he asked.
“Nothing much, I just thought it would be fun to see you fix up the connection for the lantern,” Polly answered idly.
“Sure, it’s all fixed. I’m sorry; had I knowed you was that interested, I’d a waited.”
“Oh, pshaw.” Polly looked very crestfallen.
“It’s an easy matter to show you how it’s done, though. Come inside.”
After a lengthy and voluble discourse on the one hand, and eager attention on the other, Polly asked:
“So, really, if you just pulled down that switch the lantern wouldn’t work up at school?”
“Not till it was turned on again, but why—”
“Pat,” Polly interrupted hastily, “don’t you think it’s time to go up to school? They can’t begin without you.”